Tonart: E minor
Verse 1
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Db
Bbm
Fm
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Bbm
Yo,
Fm
Db
the saga begins, begin war
I draw first blood,
be the first to set it off
Fm
My cause, tap all jaws,
We takin' what's yours,
we do jux, rush the doors
Db
time to make breeze and guns toss
In full force, my team'll go
at your main source
Fm
My 9 Taurus hit bosses
Your whole setup,
from the ground up, we lock shit
Fm
Blood flood your eye, fuck
Switch to killer instincts
'fore niggas pop shit
Fm
Yo, nigga Noyd, what's the topic?
Db
Nine pound, we rocked it
'96, strike back with more hot shit
Db
my team'll glow like radiation
With no time for patient
or complication
Fm
Let's get it done right,
my clique airtight
Db
Trapped in a never- ending gunfight
Fm
So niggas lose stripes or lose life
Jail niggas sendin' kites to the street
wasn't fully cooked
Fm
Finish 'em off, well- done meat
Db
Then send .22 slug to your head
Bbm
Travel all the way down to your leg
Verse 2
Fm
Ay o, it's Hell on Earth
Db
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line
Fm
And the enemy is one- time
Cm
Db
I ain't gotta tell you
It's right in front of your eyes
Fm
Ayo, it's Hell on Earth
Db
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line
Fm
And the enemy is one- time
Db
I ain't gotta tell you
Yo, it's right in front of your eyes
Verse 3
Fm
Db
We rep the QBC, nigga, rep yours,
it's all love
Milli' stacked down,
heavily guarded by hollow- tip slug
Fm
Db
Then crack down on wannabe thugs
Adapt to gat sound and bow down
see how my foul now
Db
Articulate, hittin' body parts
to start shiftin' shit
Never hesitant,
it's the rap game unlimited
Fm
Cm
Sign my roster, we can do this,
Then reminisce twenty years later
Fm
how we was gettin' it
Either with me, go against the grain,
Leggin' me or robbin' me,
niggas better body me
Fm
'Cause it's a small world and niggas
Db
talkin' like bitches
Bitches singin' like snitches,
pointin' you out in pictures
Fm
Cm
Db
'Cause she rep the QBC faithfully,
playa- hatin' me
All that bullshit is just makin' me
Fm
More the better to concentrate
If shorty set you up, you better dead her
Fm
I told you, shape and mold you,
Db
son you, then I hold you
Like a pimp,
mind control you, double- edge blow you
Fm
In the B- I like I'm supposed to,
Db
the clique is coastal
International, you local
Fm
Bacardi mix physically fix
Db
Hit you with shit that'll leave
a loose nigga stiff
Bbm
Probably thick, son, I solved 'em
Fm
Pulled him in my world and
Db
evolved him to chaos
Walk the beat like around the way cops
Db
QB City, Godfather Pt III
Gotti, Gambino, and Ty Nitty
Scarface, rest in peace
Verse 4
Fm
Db
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line (front line)
Fm
And the enemy is one- time (one- time)
Db
I ain't gotta tell you
Ayo, it's right in front of your eyes
Db
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line (front line)
Fm
And the enemy is one- time (one- time)
Cm
Db
I ain't gotta tell you
Bbm
Ayo, it's right in front of your eyes
Fm
Yo, the heavy metal king, hold
Verse 5
Cm
Db
big shit with spare clips
You see eclipse when the MAC spit,
Layin' dead with open eyes,
Turn off his lights,
switch to darkness
Bbm
Fm
It's deep in the abyss of street life
Cm
Db
Blood on my kicks, shit on my knife
You's the wild child,
Kicko turnin' men into mice
Fm
I was born to take power,
Cm
Db
leave my mark on this planet
The phantom of crime rap,
niggas is left stranded
Fm
Shut down your operation,
Leave a foul taste in your
mouth like Guinness
Fm
Cm
Db
P.O.W. niggas is found M.I.A.
We move like special forces,
Green Beret
Fm
Db
Heavily around my throat, I don't play
Shit brand new,
Fm
back in '89, the same way
Cm
The God P walk with a limp, see
Db
But simply, to simplify shit,
Fm
no man can go against me
Cm
Test me, you must be bent,
I had this full clip for so long,
it needs to empty
Fm
The reason why it's full for so long
Db
'cause I don't waste shit
You properly hit,
blood in your mouth so you could taste it
Cm
Db
I lay back and watch the world spin
I hear thugs claimin' that they gonna
Fm
rob the Mobb when they see us
Db
I tell you what, black, here's the issue
It's a package deal, you rob me,
you take these missiles
Fm
Db
Along with that, I ain't your average cat
Fuck rap, I'm tryna make cream
and that's that
Db
however it gots to go down
Four mics on stage,
a motherfuckin' four- pound
Fm
Speakers leakin' out sound and niggas
Db
leakin' on the ground
I could truly care less,
Fm
the God gon' get his regardless
Blow- for- blow,
Db
let's find out who hit hardest
This rap artist used to be a
stickup artist
Fm
Cm
Db
Sometimes I test myself, see if I still got it
A live nigga stay on point,
Fm
never disregard shit
Cm
Or forget the essence
Db
from which I emerged
P is sick, so save that bullshit
for the birds (nigga)
Fm
Live up to my words, if I got beef,
Db
niggas comin' in herds (nigga)
We flush through,
Fm
your clique get purged (word up)
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